Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 10, 2018 20:51:24 GMT -8
Nobody said this was going require goddamned hip waders. These are not just my best shoes, these are the shoes that senior partners and clients look at with envy. But if I took my shoes off, I'd probably end up with a fucking nail in my foot. And taking this to small claims court would just undermine my reputation more. It might as well been a fucking conspiracy as effectively as the police and my client had fucked me.
Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 10, 2018 22:06:12 GMT -8
There was little to gain by continuing on, unless they found the body. I guess that's something to hope for.I picked up my pace as I headed down the hallway. Maybe I could see the look on Butcher's face when they found it.
Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 10, 2018 23:02:14 GMT -8
Well, this was boring. I was hoping for carnival funhouse but with real bodies. . I walked over to see what the camera was set up to do. Was it a wireless streaming thing or a cable or just recording video internally on some sort of media.
Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 10, 2018 23:58:10 GMT -8
Well, this was just boring. I was hoping for Joe Butcher, on his knees, weeping uncontrollably while hard boiled Colleen Colt tried desperately to distract him from his own caricature, formed from the spilled intestines of the rotting Williams boy. Kenny? No, it was William... something else. Whatever his name was ... I turned the camera off. My image was everything.
Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 11, 2018 8:43:26 GMT -8
I took the tape out of the camera and pocketed it. Might have useful evidence on it. I eyed the boxes and picked up the hammer. Let's see what's in the box.I smashed it without hesitation in a single, long swing.